Christian Maid opines that Bramante is no lady, and swords are out instantly.
One, two, three!—clash, slash, bang!
Rinaldo hops passionately and futilely around the two contestants.
Ladies! Ladies! he protests in agony, but blood is beginning to flow, when, suddenly, a clap of thunder—a glitter of lightning!
The cover of an ancient tomb in the wood rolls away, and from the black pit rises a grisly skeleton. Six legs clatter and rattle like pie-pans; swords fall. It is the ghost of Rinaldo’s father. Christian Maid is really Rinaldo’s sister, he explains, carried off by Saracens in her childhood.
Skeleton pulls down the cover of the tomb and retires to innocuous desuetude.
Opportune entry of Orlando miraculously cured of his wounds. Rinaldo has an inspiration, and bestows upon Orlando the hand of the Christian Maid.
All the tins of the kitchen tumble at once—everybody has fallen on every one else’s mail-clad bosom!...
Dear Gaspero! It has been a wonderful day.